The kettle whistled, signalling it was time to take a pause in productivity for as long as it took to finish a hot drink, exchange thoughts, gossip, tips and tricks.

Not the most precise measure of time, but a popular one among the workers.

It was important, it was understood and insisted, to rest sufficiently before continuing any kind of work - specially the seasonal variety.

Snowflakes didn't expertly handcraft themselves, after all.

The sun dazzled the eyes of the cave dwellers, snow crunching softly beneath bare feet.

Each breath was a billowing cloud. This amused the little ones, and the ones little at heart.

The group ambled to the river, buckets, jugs and barrels in hand. While most filled their vessels, a few waded waist deep into the water, to snatch up half-frozen fish.

Tasks complete, they returned to their cave to dry off and hide from the world once more.

Hey kids! I decided to upgrade to Mojave a couple days ago.

The process erased the second internal drive where I archive all of my files.

I have a backup.

If you don’t have backups, GET BACKUPS.

pls remember to do an eat and drink!
if you haven't in a while you'll feel better when you do!
*kronches a byte*
:blobcatsip:

2/2

The cat statue was gone from it's pedestal, but no one thought anything of it. Anyone could have grabbed it as part of their loot. It was clearly worth a fortune alone. The thieves panted and laughed, speculating how they would spend their bravely gained, clearly curse-free, new wealth.

Unknown to them, the Queen who had chosen her magical protector knew that a guardian needn't be large or strong in order to trip a human or five with their hands full, traversing a steep, dark staircase...

1/2

The feline guardian sat proudly stoic, gold fur and emerald eyes shimmering in the torchlight.

The tomb-raiders paused for a moment, overwhelmed by superstition.

Of course a golden statue couldn't protect anything. And it was literally cat-sized, what kind of tomb guardian was that?

Greedy hands scooped the treasures into sacks until nothing remained. Shaking, overburdened muscles hefted heavy sacks up towards the entrance.

2/2

The cat statue was gone from it's pedestal, but no one thought anything of it. Anyone could have grabbed it as part of their loot. It was clearly worth a fortune alone. The thieves panted and laughed, speculating how they would spend their bravely gained, clearly curse-free, new wealth.

Unknown to them, the Queen who had chosen her magical protector knew that a guardian needn't be large or strong in order to trip a human or five with their hands full, traversing a steep, dark staircase...

1/2

The feline guardian sat proudly stoic, gold fur and emerald eyes shimmering in the torchlight.

The tomb-raiders paused for a moment, overwhelmed by superstition.

Of course a golden statue couldn't protect anything. And it was literally cat-sized, what kind of tomb guardian was that?

Greedy hands scooped the treasures into sacks until nothing remained. Shaking, overburdened muscles hefted heavy sacks up towards the entrance.

"I wonder," said the robot, "do you think I am human?"
"You feed me, and stroke me, and you are warm to sit on," said the cat.
"Does that make me human?"
"No. But tell me, do you enjoy my company?"
"I do," said the robot.
"That is all I ask of any human," said the cat.

The robots rolled through the halls, well maintained gears almost silent.

"Do you think this is what they imagined?" one mused.

"They created everything here, so it must be."

"I suppose... but there's so many human things, you'd think they'd've planned to be here."

"Plenty of records indicate they created solely for their cats."

"I suppose," the first robot conceded, pausing to allow a fat tabby to climb onto it's warm chassis.

I trudged my way through the labyrinth. I knew I wasn't lost; there was only one path, and I wasn't a slow walker, so I was sure I should have found the center by now.

My legs ached. I sighed, turning back the way I came. I felt a little bad for giving up. Mother had been so upset at losing her favorite ring. She was still red-eyed as she asked me to check if it was here.

I scratched the base of my horns, perplexed.

Where WAS that exit..?

Green tendrils framed her face, like so many tiny snakes. The writhing lent to the illusion of serpentine coils in lieu of hair.

She was otherwise unnaturally still. It took me a moment to realize she didn't breathe as mammals did; I doubted she even had lungs. Her eyes - they looked like eyes - stared unblinkingly.

She tore the door off my car and pulled me gently from the wreckage, protecting me from the elements until help arrived.

Perhaps a little premature since the bus is STILL ROLLING for 9 more hours - but it is a wonderful fundraiser, worth throwing some money at, even if you don't tune in! 🤗

desertbus.org/

desertbus.org/info/about

Desert Bus is a wonderful Charity Stream for the Child’s Play Charity ( childsplaycharity.org/ ) run by some equally wonderful Canadian Comedians (Canedians?) known as LoadingReadyRun ( loadingreadyrun.com/ )

2/2

Jocko wondered if the persistent fatigue would ever fade. The coffee maker burbled and purred, a pale imitation of the familiar roar of the bus engine - silent now, like a departed friend.

A cactus-shaped cookie, carefully wrapped, absentmindedly left on the dining table last night caught their eye.

Thank you, see you next year! <3 - promised a post-it note.

Jocko smiled gently. They were not alone, never alone, not as long as there was hope and those willing to create and distribute it.

1/2

Jocko awoke in a cold sweat with the sudden brief sensation they were being watched. But there was no one else in this isolated desert home.
Memories of the endless, almost unchanging route drowned any other thought.

Alone, they shuffled from their tattered bed into the kitchen, to start a new day. The long, strenuous, sleepless week had brought aid to many children sick or endangered - a worthy cause for sure.

Jmz' phone and computer died at the same time :p we just need to get a couple of hard drives, we can do that but any support towards getting them via art or ko-fi much appreciated :3 us and our computers eh...
spideronasnail.co.uk/art-by-ja

sonicfox donated 10k of his recent tournament winnings to his opponent so he could pay for his dad's cancer treatment, thats like sportsmanship level over 9000
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